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Ten years ago, Snow Cross was the industry's brightest star. A prodigy with a face so unforgettable and acting so monstrous that he outshone even the top A-listers. Directors fought over him, fans worshiped him, and the world believed he was destined for greatness.

Then, one night, his world shattered.

His family—the people he had neglected the most—were gone.

And just like that, he disappeared from the industry, vanishing without a trace.

Now, a decade later, the world has forgotten his name. The once-revered prodigy is nothing more than a ghost of the past. But when his grandmother—the only family he has left—falls ill, he is left with no choice but to return to the very stage he abandoned.

But the entertainment industry has changed. The faces are new, the competition is fiercer, and the audience no longer remembers him.

Can he reclaim his place at the top? Or will he be crushed under the weight of his past?

This is the story of a fallen star’s comeback, a monstrous talent reborn.

Monstrous Rookie: The Fallen Star’s Comeback

The production studio was filled with murmurs as the actors gathered for the first script reading. Snow Cross stepped inside, his sharp mismatched eyes scanning the room. The atmosphere shifted. Some recognized him instantly, others hesitated, unsure if the man before them was really the legendary child actor who disappeared ten years ago.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Damn, look who decided to come back from the dead."

Snow ignored him and took his seat. Aria, sitting across from him, stole quick glances his way before looking down at her script. She had spent years idolizing him, yet now she acted as if she didn't care. But the truth? Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped her phone under the table.

The director, Mr. Han, clapped his hands. "Alright, let's begin. Give me emotion, intensity, and presence. Show me why you were cast."

Liam, playing the protagonist, went first. His deep voice commanded attention, lines delivered with ease. It was professional—clean, precise.

He lifted his gaze, his voice calm, but layered with something deeper. Resentment. Pain. Suppressed fury.

The moment he spoke, the air thickened. His delivery was effortless yet chilling, his emotions bleeding into the lines in a way that felt too real. Too raw.

For a brief moment, the entire room was silent.

Ryan was the first to react, laughing under his breath. "Damn, you still got it."

Liam, who had been relaxed, sat up straighter. His expression neutral, but his grip on the script tightened.

Aria's cold mask cracked as she bit her lip. 'How? How is he still this good after ten years?'

Her eyes trailed over his rough, tanned face, the overgrown silver hair falling over his striking eyes. He looked far from the untouchable star she used to admire, yet somehow, he was still mesmerizing.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to look away. Under the table, she sneaked a quick selfie with Snow blurred in the background. 'Just one. Just one picture.'

The director exhaled, a smirk forming on his lips. "Interesting."

Snow, noticing the shift in energy, leaned back in his chair. He had left an impact. But he knew—it wasn't enough.

After the reading, Snow stepped outside, his mind racing. He had proved he wasn't washed up, but something still felt off.

Passing by a glass window, he caught his reflection—and frowned. The once ethereal, god-like actor was gone. His tanned skin, messy silver hair, and weary eyes made him almost unrecognizable. He still had his talent, but the face the industry worshiped was lost.

Ryan clapped him on the shoulder. "You were insane back there, man. But… you look like hell."

Liam, arms crossed, muttered, "Your acting is sharp, but can you handle everything else?"

Aria, standing beside them, scoffed. "Hmph. Let's see if you can keep up."

Snow smirked slightly. "Guess you'll find out soon enough."

But later that night, staring at himself in the mirror, his smirk faded. What have I become?

His hands clenched into fists. He had to fix this.

The next morning, Snow stepped into an exclusive, high-end salon he used to frequent. The moment he walked in, the stylists barely glanced his way—until one gasped.

Snow smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. "Fix me up. I'm making a comeback."

When he arrived at the studio later that day, the room fell silent.

The tired, forgotten actor was gone.

In his place stood Snow Cross—silver hair sleek and styled, mismatched eyes sharper than ever, his aura exuding undeniable star power.

Ryan let out a low whistle. "Holy sh—"

Liam's jaw tensed. Aria, despite herself, stared. Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed hard. 'Not fair…'

And for the first time since his return, Snow truly felt like himself again.

Chapter 5 – The Script Reading & Transformation